Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

I pull out my cell and text Mal.

Lacey: I've got the video polished. It's nearly done.

Mal: Show me.

Lacey: It's on my external drive. I don't have it right now.

Mal: You're at work?

Lacey: Yeah. I shouldn't be texting. Even if I'm alone.

Mal: This is a booty call.

Lacey: No.

Mal: You're telling me you're alone.

Lacey: At work!

Mal: You remember last time we were together at your work?

Lacey: The bed was a special feature. For your video only.

Mal: And the counter in the bathroom?

Lacey: I'm not sure what you mean.

Mal: Yes you are.

Lacey: I'm not.

Mal: You've never fucked on that counter?

Lacey: God no.

Mal: But you've walked in on fucks on that counter.

Lacey: Maybe.

Mal: On a guy bending a woman over the sink and slamming into her until the mirror is shaking.

Lacey: No comment.

Mal: Or a woman perched on the sink, a guy on his knees, licking her until she's coming on his face, screaming loud enough you have to cut the camera.

Lacey: I'm booty calling you?

Mal: Hey. This is innocent.

Lacey: Innocent dirty talk?

Mal: I'm trying to reactivate your memory.

Lacey: Uh-huh.

Mal: What are you doing tomorrow?

Lacey: The gym. Then I need to take another crack at re-editing my thesis film. I never got it quite right.